Don't let them see you cry.

You don't want to let Amanda to see you as any more pathetic than she already does and you don't want to give Janet the satisfaction of seeing you cry so you hold back the tears.

The spanking feels like it is getting harder. Maybe it's just hurting more as your bottom becomes more sensitive but it really does seem like she'd going harder in an attempt to break you. She doesn't succeed.

You take it as a personal victory when the spanking is interrupted by the doorbell.

"Could you see who that is Amanda?" Janet asks her daughter as she stands you up.

"Yeah." Amanda says, pulling herself away from the spectacle. "Okay."

"Okay. Up on the change table." Ste directs you.

You climb up and lay with your bottom on the thick diaper. She pulls the front of the diaper up firmly between your legs and fastens it in place with two large safety pins. From under the change table, she takes a pair of translucent pink plastic pants. She guides your feet through the leg holes and then pulls them up your legs and stretches them over your diaper.

She helps you down from the table and you take a few experimental steps. You move awkwardly with the thick padding between your legs and every step causes the plastic pants to crinkle loudly.

Meanwhile, Janet goes to the wardrobe and returns with a t-shirt, the same shade of pink as your plastic pants, and pulls it on over your head. Printed across the chest are the words "Mommy's little girl."

"That suits you much better, Stephanie." She gives you a girl's name. "Now, Mommy has to make dinner. You can come with me or play in your room."